Lyrics:
oblivion, missing the clues
Fooled by this white washed tradition
Refrain from these chains in your mind
Take a little time just to recognize
You're stuck in
the time
But you can't get there from here
You're from the eastern-most, northern-most
Boredom-soaked state you can't be great
You can't get there from here
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
Cause we're almost outta time
I hope there were some songs on this album
That you could appreciate
I bet that there were few more on here
That you
to pocket check you
For fuckin' what?
There hasn't been a dollar in
Those jeans since '07 dude really a bum
Nigga is you silly or dumb?
You went from beggin'
the junk
Put a sticker on the cover: "x-rated funk"
It?s just me, you say I won?t go far
But I won?t stop rapping cause I rap so hard
>from here to new
a lampshade
Taking YV from the streets into a brand name
Young Leonardo, swear that you can't catch me
Got the green light, you wait, I'm great gatsby
I don't
COMMENTATOR 1:
Were off.
England looking to get forward. Strong start by the boys in white, keeping the ball well. Long ball forward by Hope, but
And even global
Significance
There must be a trace
A time, a place
There's must be a strong way
To deliberate this case
So here's not what we think
But what
of Man.. album is out there)
I gotta be the best at this
Fingle what the next man say
When I spit, shit get serious
Competition I devour
God made
wine
Please don't let me catch you at the red light
Seen you DUI up off of great white
Just know your blood is colored by
Alright, I got time I ain't got
get stuck
White black white white black White black white white black
Behold
The great people the sacred mass
The starved mass the amazed mass
Behold
badly needs that can wiat
(wi-at? That's a new English
Word which means wait)
I've been waiting for some reaction
To the album from American
Listeners
to be great
That's a real thug right there
I mean, got over all the obstacles
Since 21 I wanted a feature wit' Cole
Other words, I still got alot to do
Greetings, dear Soul!
It is a great honour for me to welcome you and present to you this magical music album “Heaven on Earth”.
Thank you from my
rappers, use your albums as target practice
Here's your head start I'm a marksman with a dead shot
In my crosshair got you locked in with a red dot
So run
mouth like Asta, you Gordon
We put a beam through it
Captain of the mean unit
Room full of pussy, I could drown here
You gon' respect me
I ain't even from
wealth to distribute like a picture
In black and white, give it joy, give it, let it hit you
Spoil our existence by extreme gift to population
Father
that I will, my master dear, fast as ever I may"
She took the hay in her soft white hands, she ran out from the hall
She ran into the great stable
Welcome back. *audience applauds*
We're here on Bad Boy television, and I'm Trevin Jones
and I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper.
And quite
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
position so get back to where you came here from
I'm serious, my flow is sure to leave you in delirium
Delirious, delicious rhymes, so thank me if you're
why
People out here droppin dead like flies
I used to see a home boy givin five
Now I say, "Man, you still alive?"
Cold as hell, the town I'm from
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whats up y'all Hello how are you doin out there
You're chillin, I'm winnin
Oh, by the way, the album's out, go get
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